On the way to the powwow . . .

I hear

drumming 

in the air every year.

I go

to stretch my neck

knowing

I'm such an outsider

going to watch the bird-colorful regalia

whirl in dance.

I drive

speeding

past the pond

daydreaming

but catch a flash

of two geese

two heads stretched high

watching my silvery wheels

whirl by.